The Shadow Sword stabbed the Emperor in the chest, but failed to pierce it.

Because a powerful golden ** magic light burst out from the emperor's body, forming a shield to defend the emperor in the golden light shield.

【Holy Guardian】

As the lord of the empire, of course, the emperor will have a lot of magic items on his body to defend himself.

The long sword was not bounced off by the sudden burst of divine power, but it only dimmed in the light, and still went straight through the guardian light shield.

What the assassin didn't expect was that the emperor didn't have more than one piece of magical armor.

The frost armor solidified by the dark blue light, the thick flames that swam like a long snake, and the layers of magic shield light of various attributes gushed out from the emperor's body, illuminating His Majesty the Emperor brilliantly for a while.

With such a luxurious lineup of spell props, even the powerful and ruthless shadow sword that killed countless people and his master were a little caught off guard.

After breaking through the two layers of protection of the ice armor and the fire snake one after another, the shadow long sword finally ran out of power and stopped in front of the Great Emperor, less than an inch from his chest.

The magic of the talisman suddenly erupted, and countless energies with different attributes converged into streams of light of different colors, forming a brilliant and misty storm that blasted towards the assassin's body.

Even though his strength was astonishing, the assassin did not dare to use his body to resist this terrible magical storm, and once again cast a shapeshifting refraction, passing by the edge of the magical storm.

The surrounding guards reacted and drew their rune swords, and the web of death formed by the intertwined swords spilled down on the assassin's head, and the sharp sword aura and the luster of the runes instantly occupied the assassin's body.

In the face of the strong counterattack of the imperial guards, the assassin was not in a hurry, his body changed, and he shifted several times in a row, and Shi Shiran flashed out of the encirclement of the guards.

【Multiple Refraction】

This is the top realm of refraction that even Constantine has not been able to achieve.

The shadow sword appeared in the assassin's hand, and with a slight swing, it swept through the throats of several guards in a trajectory that could not be detected by the naked eye, and blood flashed in a flash.

Those royal guards with high-level knightly level didn't even have time to scream, and they turned into several corpses.

What a brilliant method of killing!

The shadow sword in the assassin's hand spun around, and after killing several guards in a row, it stabbed the emperor again.

Like the long black letter spit out by the abyss mandala snake, the pitch-black long sword exudes a cold and silent smell, making people shudder the moment they see it, and completely lose the courage to resist.

The Great Emperor did not retreat, let alone panic, and watched coldly as the terrifying shadow sword stabbed towards him.

As the Lord of the Holy Empire, you must not panic at any time, and always remain calm and confident.

In addition to the extraordinary psychological qualities, there is a more important reason.

The Shadow Sword floated like a dark cloud of death, and everywhere it went, all life was shrouded in a black nightmare.

The guards tried to stop them, but for some reason the sword made them feel so frightened that their feet couldn't move at all.

But there was one man who was not afraid.

When he had a sword in his hand, Count Fastia never knew what fear was.

The clouds of death continued, but they were forced to stop.

Because a towering mountain rises from the ground, it is simple and clear, but it is unusually domineering to stop.

It was the sword of Count Fastia.

At the last moment, Fastia finally rushed to the Emperor's Majesty and swung the sword.

Count Fastia was surrounded by a deep cyan flame, and the magic power was like a whale drawing water from the long sword in his hand, causing the blade to ripple with cyan flame ripples, like a thick ink painting.

Alternating between hot and cold, furious magic erupted from the intersection of swords, stirring up a storm that shook the entire arena.

The platform on the top floor of the tower shook violently, losing the protection of the defensive barrier, and the ancient structure was overwhelmed by the terrifying aura unleashed by the confrontation between the two powerhouses.

Countless cracks crawled out of the outer wall of the tower in an instant, and the thousand-year-old arena was as fragile as a precious porcelain at the moment.

The guards hurriedly pulled the Emperor back to the edge of the tower platform to avoid being affected by this storm of energy, while watching the thrilling battle with awe-struck eyes.

This is a duel between the powerhouses of the Sanctuary Realm!

Even the powerful imperial guards can only watch from afar.

The sword [Disillusionment] in Fastia's hand is a legendary weapon specially created for him by the Alchemy Altar.

Each legendary weapon has its own unique attributes, and the outstanding attributes are the soul of the legendary weapon.

The [Crimson Flowing Fire] in Mordred's hand focuses on containment and consumption, and can use the power of flames to compress the opponent's defensive space step by step in short- and medium-distance encounters.

Constantine's [Dawn] is powerful in its strange and unguardable crystallization ability, which is almost comparable to the control effect of high magic, and is undoubtedly one of the most suitable weapons for bounty hunters to use for assault and assassination.

The biggest and only feature of [Disillusionment] is its simple and crude amplification mechanism--- the stronger the user's magic power, the greater the attack power of the sword energy emitted by this sword.

In the hands of ordinary high-level knights, the power of [Disillusionment] is not much stronger than that of transcendental-level weapons, and even the attributes are inferior, after all, the magic power of high-level knights is limited, and the power bonus obtained by sword qi is not high.

And when this sword fell into the hands of Fastia, who was a powerhouse of the Sanctuary, the power was not as simple as one plus one equaling two.

For the Count, who prefers to win by strength, the more magic he desires, and he can even sacrifice the superior magical attributes of the legendary weapon itself in exchange for an increase in the power limit.

This is his super confidence as a top kendo powerhouse.

The dark cyan sword qi and the aura of silence released by the pitch-black long sword were twisted together, constantly tumbling, the cyan sword qi was wild and domineering, and the black long sword was gloomy and obscure, fighting each other and blending with each other.

The two sword qi with different attributes are like two different colors of paint, the two swords are like paintbrushes, and the two painters holding the swords are the greatest warriors in the entire continent, painting brilliant masterpieces together on the canvas of heaven and earth.

Standing in all corners of the arena, you can see a blue-black tornado rising from the top of the tower.

The sword qi shot out, and the sword wind reached the sky.

In the face of life and death, the two peerless powerhouses in the continent have no reservations.

In the end, however, Count Fastia, who was armed with the legendary sword, managed to slightly overpower the peerless Assassin.

[Disillusionment] sent out an unrivaled horizontal slash, and the cyan sword qi carved a narrow scratch on the platform hundreds of meters wide, and the sharp sword intent was even transmitted to the other side of the large arena.

Hundreds of living corpses roaming in the civilian area of the arena were hit by the end of the sword qi and disintegrated in an instant.

The bounty hunter wearing the guard's uniform let out a muffled snort, and quickly swept back for more than ten meters, his body shape constantly changing, dodging the aftermath of the sword qi.

The guard uniform on his body shattered into countless pieces of cloth in front of the sword qi, revealing the black tights under his clothes, and there was also a thin blood mark on his face.

It was only then that the guards on the platform could see the Assassin's face.

It was a pale-faced man, handsome and emaciated, but a few smears of gray on his sideburns showed that he was no longer young.

He stood in place, holding the pure black sword in his hand, and his expression was calm.

Even though the person standing in front of him was Fastia, the famous "Sword of Light Chasing" on the mainland, this bounty hunter still had a calm face.

The assassin glanced calmly at Count Fastia, "It's worthy of the [Sword of Light], but I'm curious, how did you see through my disguise?"

Fastia looked at this bounty killer whose strength was as amazing as the rumors, and said coldly: "Your disguise is indeed almost perfect, I still didn't notice it when you first walked up, but I didn't notice it until that lightning flashed, and I didn't notice it until that lightning flashed......"

"There is no shadow under your feet!"

The Light-Chaser Sword Saint said word by word, "In the entire continent, there is only one killer who can hide his shadow from being discovered, and use his shadow as a weapon. ”

"I'm right, Lord Nightmare. ”